A million ways to die, why? because u deceased where you lie/
Back pressed to the ground, face tipped toward the sky/
Closed eyes, as your life flashes scenes from ur past/
It's like your spinal cord's been thrashed and u've breathed ur last/
Full body cast produced from the blast, an explosion of verbal dynamite/
I'm like meat, I have the capability to serve people wit illness, yet i'm good to the last bite/